27. Chapter 27

The crystal chandelier under the □□ still emits dazzling light.

The onlookers were all dumbfounded.

[Fuck...wait, how come it's four of a kind? ]

[Oh my god, it's awesome, four of a kind in the first round, this may be the lucky goose blessed by God]

[Anthony opened two pairs and still couldn't win? This probability is also out of this world]

[Am I the only one who feels that this white-haired newcomer is deliberately setting a trap, otherwise Anthony wouldn't have gone all in directly before]

[Actually, I just think Anthony has good cards, so he chose to go all in. This is Texas Hold'em, not playing house. Psychological warfare is an important part. A slight mistake can lead to a huge mistake. How could he not understand this truth? Since you lose the cards, you have to take the risk]

How could Anthony not understand.

His face was ashen, and his face was so ugly that it was almost the same as the dark green tablecloth on the gambling table.

Anthony couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried. It was obviously only a 1% probability of a special card type, but he could hit it?

Could it really be such a coincidence?

"Dealer, I want to apply for a card check." He stared at the white-haired young man opposite.

Texas Hold'em uses a total of 52 cards. If all the cards in each player's hand are collected together and checked one by one, it is easy to find out whether someone has used cheating methods such as changing cards.

The dealer in a crimson coat shook his head, raised a hand politely, and directly rejected Anthony's request to check the cards.

"Sorry, sir, Las Vegas does not accept this inspection method."

Anthony raised his voice: "Does that mean you allow cheating?"

The dealer smiled sweetly: "Las Vegas respects the strong. If the player has the ability to use cheating and is not discovered by the staff, this is within the rules."

The onlookers were in an uproar.

Indeed, they had caught cheaters when watching other gambling table games before. Not only was the punishment extremely severe, but also the chips were deducted, and even the gambling table privileges were temporarily closed for a few hours. Everyone was in danger.

But the dealer's words directly woke them up.

Yes, only cheaters who were caught will be punished, but what about those who were not caught? It is not certain that the main system will personally catch cheaters?

"Damn, this is also possible, then everyone can cheat?"

"You can cheat, but you have to be able to avoid being caught."

"I don't know if this white-haired C-level has done anything. This is an A-level gambling table, and the dealer must be not bad. Maybe he is just lucky?"

"That's right, 90,000 chips! If I had this luck, I would wake up laughing in my dreams. Hahahaha, it's really funny to say it. Anthony looked like he was sure to win just now, but what happened? Bang! My face hurts."

The crowd watching on the side discussed it in a flurry, and there was also ruthless laughter in the middle.

Anthony's face was blue and red.

He has a violent personality and can be said to be a typical person who explodes at the slightest provocation. Now he suspects that he has been fooled and is even more furious.

The white man threw the purple gold card in his hand fiercely, stood up from the gambling table, and strode to the person opposite.

The white-haired young man smiled at him, his light pink eyes curved into a beautiful crescent, which made people angry.

The veins on the back of Anthony's hand burst out, and the tips of his nails were stained with a deep and ominous black.

For some reason, he always had a premonition that the white-haired young man in front of him must have used some unknown means.

And he, Anthony, stepped into this trap in public, lost face, and was fooled like a donkey.

"You damn liar..."

The brown-haired and blue-eyed man took a step forward, his chest burning with anger at being fooled, just like grabbing the collar of the person in front of him.

Zong Jiu noticed his movement and took a step back in advance. A poker card suddenly appeared at his fingertips, and the arc of his mouth became playful.

"What does this mean? Could it be that you can't afford to lose?"

"Oh——" He stretched out his voice.

"It turns out that the second-in-command of the Night Clan is a person who can't even afford to lose in gambling."

At this time, the whispers of the people around him became louder and louder.

"You want to use public opinion to force me to be annoyed?"

Anthony sneered, "Then you are totally wrong. I don't care about winning or losing, but since you dare to fool me, you have to pay the price of fooling me."

The A-level sitting on the sofa held his forehead: "Anthony has started."

Another B-level obviously felt guilty, "He is a stubborn guy who follows the instinct of beasts. He never obeys and never makes any sense. He is really a barbarian."

Anthony's nickname is barbarian. If this guy gets angry, he will not care whether it is reasonable or not. As long as he thinks there is a problem, he will directly use his fists, and he will be anxious and violent. He will never care about other people's opinions.

If the negotiation breaks down, then he can only take action.

Just when Zong Jiu shrugged his shoulders and was about to feel what it was like to fight against an A-level warrior——

A cold voice suddenly came from above.

"Anthony, step down."

This voice was hard and majestic, and it directly reminded people of a decisive general on the battlefield, or a person in power with a bloody aura, who was ruthless and would never allow others to disobey.

The man in black and gold military uniform slowly walked down from the central gambling pool, and the red logo of No. 2 on his chest was extremely dazzling. The square spikes made by Lao Yin accompanied Cheng Liang's military boots to make a "tap, tap, tap" sound, accompanied by the slight swing of the saber hanging at the waist, and rhythmically struck everyone's heart.

He had pale skin, a deep and cold face, neat gray hair, and dark red eyes that were arrogant and sharp. With every step he took, the strong sinisterness on his body seemed to be swept out, which was extremely oppressive.

Hearing this voice, the white vampire's back stiffened, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he half-knelt on the ground.

"Your Highness."

Anthony's kneeling made the whole audience silent for a few minutes.

In the past, when the infinite loop was in progress, the teams could not meet each other, and there was no superior information dissemination method such as the main system live broadcast. Therefore, most people have heard of the Night Clan, an organization that stands at the top of all survivors.

In addition to the news that all the core members of their organization are half-vampires, the most talked about thing is the strict and terrible hierarchy within the Night Clan organization.

The survivors in the infinite loop are struggling on the edge of life and death. The more they are in such a life-and-death situation, the more they can evolve the level difference between humans.

Apart from those survivors who can do anything to survive, there are countless dirty deals or means to survive. But even so, it is extremely rare to have the Night Clan's low-level submission to the high-level in the infinite loop, and there is only one family.

[My god... What the hell is this, kneeling directly? No, died early in the morning? ]

[It turns out that the rumors about the horror inside the Night Clan are true. Seeing is believing]

[It's actually normal. You should understand if you have been to a horror dungeon with a vampire theme. In the blood clan, rank means everything. From prince to duke to marquis to earl to viscount to baron, the rank gap in between is insurmountable. The rank has been solidified since the first embrace. Since Fan Zhuo is a dependent transformed by the third-generation prince of the blood clan, he must be a fourth-generation one. In terms of bloodline, he enjoys natural bloodline suppression over Anthony, who is seven or eight generations old]

[The above is the correct answer. The bloodline suppression of the blood clan is terrible. As long as your bloodline is not as high as that of other blood clans, not to mention that you can't compare with other blood clans, even your psychology will tend to surrender]

[Fuck. Psychological surrender, it sounds terrible. As expected, you have to pay a price for what kind of power you get, tut tut tut]

However, even when he knelt down, the man in military uniform did not even give the person on the ground a glance

Anthony's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he saw the military boots brushing against him indifferently.

Just after the second round of level evaluation yesterday, His Highness had told him to keep an eye on the white-haired C-level. But it was obvious that it was too difficult to find someone who had some relationship with this newcomer among so many horror trainees, so Anthony took the initiative to stand up and test him.

Originally, his original intention was to give the newcomer a warning and do the His Highness's instructions. But later, Anthony got angry and had no time to take care of it, and forgot about it for a while.

What he never expected was that His Highness actually went down in person!

Regret and anxiety intertwined in Anthony's heart, and there was also hatred for the white-haired liar.

But now no one cares about his thoughts.

Everyone watched the man in military uniform walk step by step to the white-haired young man.

The other person was very tall, with the unique advantages of Germanic blood. He was almost a head taller than Zong Jiu, who was about 1.8 meters tall. When he stood opposite, he was like a shadow, which could easily make people feel oppressed.

Zong Jiu didn't like to look up at people, and he didn't like to retreat, so he sat back on the chair very calmly, playing with playing cards with one hand and supporting his head with the other hand. His eyes were lazy and his posture was relaxed and casual.

Obviously, such an action made people around him gasp.

As everyone knows, No. 2 has a cold personality and is a man of his word. He used to be a killing god. Zong Jiu was really the first one who dared to act so presumptuously in front of him.

But Zong Jiu not only did this, he also slowly turned the poker on his fingertips and spoke first, "Your Excellency, you came here this time, could it be that you want to seek justice for your subordinates?"

Everyone was stunned.

[No way, he actually spoke first, he actually spoke first? 】

【Whether it is true or not... I will burn a stick of incense for this white-haired warrior】

【I think it is unlikely to be done in public even if justice is sought. No.2 is the leader of the Night Clan after all. If his subordinates lose, then they lose. How can he not have a little grace? 】

【I think what the above person said makes sense. 】

Having said that, Zong Jiu's arms hidden under his long sleeves had already tensed up.

The other party was filled with the breath of corpses and blood. It was obvious that he had really fought on the battlefield and had countless subordinates. He was very likely to have experienced some special dungeons.

Facing Anthony of level A, he only needed to seize the initiative. With Zong Jiu's current hands temporarily strengthened, the outcome of the fight might be fifty-fifty. But facing this man in military uniform, Zong Jiu conservatively estimated that with his current strength, he would probably not be able to survive more than three moves.

To be conservative, Zong Jiu decided not to let the other party take the initiative to speak, so he might as well take the initiative.

"You think too much."

After a long time. After the ambiguous sharp eyes slowly passed over the white-haired young man, the owner of the dark red pupils spoke, "I came here to express my apology for not being strict with my subordinates."

There was an uproar.

Anthony, who was still kneeling on the ground, screamed in disbelief: "Your Highness——"

This time, it was Zong Jiu who was stunned.

After a moment, he put away his playing cards, smiled and clapped, and the applause echoed in the golden hall.

"You are indeed No. 2. Such a broad mind is awe inspiring."

The white-haired young man stood up from the gambling table, casually playing with the gold card with 90,000 chips on his fingertips, frowning.

"But I don't like being misunderstood. Since your subordinates question me, we might as well play another round to prove my innocence."

The light pink eyes curved up, looking into the dark red eyes without hesitation, and smiled slightly, "What do you think?"

Zong Jiu is gambling.

After winning the A-level gambling pool, his next goal is the central gambling table.

Of course, before entering the central gambling table, he has to find a legitimate reason to fight those S-levels. Otherwise, these S-levels are self-righteous and will not be willing to gamble with him, a small C-level newcomer. Not to mention that he has to find a few suckers who are full of leeks, and take some chips out of their pockets.

Isn't it that the suckers are delivered to the door?

In addition, there was another point that made Zong Jiu particularly concerned.

He felt that the eyes of No.2, Fan Zhuo, looked at him a little strangely.

This kind of strangeness is hard to describe in words, with six parts of scrutiny, three parts of contemplation, and one part of inexplicable meaning.

If I have to describe it, it's like... I knew him before.

But how is it possible.

Zong Jiu was very sure that he didn't know the other party. Not to mention that he was a serious book-crosser.

So there was only one explanation.

That was that Fan Zhuo knew the original owner.

This guess was actually not impossible. After all, Zong Jiu didn't even finish reading the first copy of the original text, and the original owner died not long after the first copy began. No.2 was not in the copy of the mental hospital at all, let alone meet.

Thinking more deeply, with the original owner's extremely flamboyant appearance, it should be impossible for him to be an unknown existence in the real world, so it is possible that the two really knew each other. After all, the main system will block knowledge about the real world, but it will not block memories of interpersonal relationships. If someone you know is also dragged into an infinite loop, it is very common for them to recognize each other.

Zong Jiu waited for the answer while thinking about it.

The two pairs of pupils looked at each other, and he could clearly see the complexity behind the latter's pupils.

After a moment, Fan Zhuo nodded slowly and elegantly, "Why not?"

He leaned forward slightly, and the double-headed eagle badge on his chest slid down his outstretched arms, pointing to the location of the central gambling table.

"Okay, I'll bet with you."

Now, the crowd who had been afraid to breathe was boiling again.

"Does this mean you want to gamble again?"

"Wait, what's going on? It's not Anthony who wants to gamble again, but Fan Zhuo who wants to gamble with him?"

"Master Fan Zhuo wants to play with this white-haired C-level player in person?"

"My God, this is the No. 2 master..."

Zong Jiu smiled slightly, straightened his back, walked through the crowds on both sides, looking up at them with awe, like Moses parting the Red Sea, and walked straight to the luxurious gambling table located in the center of the entire Las Vegas.

However, the next moment, the dome was silent again.

Because there was already a person sitting in the main seat at the end of the gambling table.

The man was wearing a black suit, with a neatly folded scarf on his white shirt in front of him, and the rose on his chest was stained with evening dew.

His handsome face was cult and strange under the light, and the shadow lingering in the dark under his feet was ominous.

"Oh."

The devil narrowed his eyes, and his dark golden pupils fell firmly on the white-haired young man.

He licked his lips, and the smile on his lips widened, like a child finding a new toy that made people shudder.

"Do you want to play a game? Why not add me in?"